The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The shell hit the roof at four in the morning. It was a dull, heavy thud, followed by the shriek of tearing metal. The plaster dust fell like snow on your workbench, coating the disassembled escapement of the Great Bell. You wiped the gray powder from your fingers, leaving a smear of soot on your wrist. Julian was still in the cellar. He had been there since yesterday, helping you calibrate the...

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